/tries to keep a straight face, but laughs, shaking her head/
That is the most creative excuse I’ve heard in a long time, Sibrand. /waves her hand/ Fine, don’t give me any rose, then. I’m disappointed.
I wasn’t making an excuse.
Yes, a rose. A red one, actually. /smiles at his reaction, slowly moving her hand from under his chin. She was playing, of course, but he didn’t needed to know…yet./ Unless you truly want me to slap the taste out of your mouth?
To be frank, Sibrand wasn’t one to raise his hand to a lady, lest she called for it. As in, she attacked him first (At least, when he was in a stable sort of mindset). Of course, his earlier twist of her wrist had been more defensive, and he hadn’t known it was her in the first place. But there was a look that flashed across his green eyes that dared her to try to follow through with her threat. It was short lived.
“At least you’re specific…” He muttered, a bare hint of amusement on the edge of his voice.